Emily Armthorpe Whore ❤️

About London

Now, don’t get me wrong—I’m chuffed for a good whore story. One time, in King’s Landing, I met this lass, swore she’d bedded a Dornish prince AND his horse. Laughed me arse off—true or not, she sold it like a champ. Reminds me of that line, “Play, play!”—what the German officer barks at Szpilman. Whores play too, don’t they? Put on a show, fake a smile, all to dodge the reaper. Makes me wonder—what’d I sell if the Lannister gold dried up? Me tongue, prolly. It’s sharp enough.

Is Armthorpe a Nice Place to Live?

To make us keep a scarlet whore,. Who kept so many whores before;. To make Reach Armthorpe you may swear. From whence two leading men were sent. To.

So, I finally wrangle my pigs back. They’re lookin’ at me like, “What’s the rush, mate?” I’m like, “You lot don’t get it! We gotta keep it together!” I’m sweatin’ bullets, and it’s not even 8 AM yet.

Paedophile vicar who worked in Armthorpe, Doncaster, jailed for 19 years for historic sexual abuse of children